A Face of Furrowed Fields
the face I see is furrowed fields
as if dug deeply by the plow of
life penetrating into the soul
as seeds are planted to become
crops of experience alternating
with joy and sorrow as the years
passed by with health and pain
of drought and floods which are
ingrained upon the facade of the
man of furrowed fields
Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2017
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